Three years ago, we were lucky enough to take a fantastic trip to Halifax, staying right on the harbor, seeing a fantastic feminist local play about Catherine Parr (Henry VIII’s last wife), visiting the favorite tourist sites of the Citadel and the Titanic cemetery and Peggy’s Cove (beloved of photographers). We felt no need to see those again, so skipped the ship’s excursions, opting for a leisurely walk around the harbor. Cold rain and mist dampened our enthusiasm. Bob is hoping to get a photo of the Peggy’s Cove lighthouse fully lit, and I’ll share it if he does….
Meanwhile, we are learning tidbits on the ship:
- According to the young woman who cut my hair for three times the price I usually pay, most of the crew is from India. Some are from Thailand, young folk earnestly sending money home. Most are working a 9-month contract with no days off, typically 12 or more hours each day. At the end of the 9-months, they are flown home for a 2-month vacation unless they are extended. The dreaded extensions, especially in this labor climate aren’t really optional. Sadly, none of the newer crew were allowed off in NYC for fears that they would “abscond” and become undocumented workers in the US. Friends had jobs waiting for them…
- Ship’s time is weird. Last night we moved clocks an hour ahead. Tonight it’s another 30 minutes ahead. Go figure.
- The Titanic Cemetery was interesting when we arrived and departed Halifax by car. Not so much when we’re on the way to Iceberg Country. The citizens here are justifiably proud of the care they gave survivors and deceased. The graves are laid out in the shape of a boat keel.
Tomorrow is “sea day.” Following is St. John, Newfoundland. Again, we may (or not) just walk around.
Uncharted Waters 